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If the Slipper Fits (Cinderella Sisterhood Series #1)

If the Slipper Fits (Cinderella Sisterhood Series #1)

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by Olivia Drake

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If the Slipper Fits

Olivia Drake

Raised in a girls' school, Annabelle Quinn longs for the world outside the walls of the academy. When she's hired as the governess to an orphaned duke, Annabelle never expects the child's breathtakingly handsome guardian to capture her imaginationor her heart.

Falling for his


If the Slipper Fits

Olivia Drake

Raised in a girls' school, Annabelle Quinn longs for the world outside the walls of the academy. When she's hired as the governess to an orphaned duke, Annabelle never expects the child's breathtakingly handsome guardian to capture her imaginationor her heart.

Falling for his young nephew's governess is an irksome complication in Lord Simon Westbury's orderly life, but Annabelle's quiet beauty and wry intellect are too much to resist. Meanwhile, a mysterious danger looms over the remote Cornwall estate. Will their newfound desire stand the test of time? Or are some happy endings just too good to come true?

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“The final installment of the Crompton sisters' trilogy is as charming, sweet, humorous, and poignant as any of Drake's previous books. Marked by her fine storytelling and engaging characters, this volume stands alone, but fans familiar with the series will revel in the conclusion.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews (5 stars) on SCANDAL OF THE YEAR

“An intricate plot with roots far in the past. The threads of mendacity revealed in the previous books are strengthened then revealed in their entirety as the story progresses bringing the series to a satisfying conclusion filled with danger and, of course, romance.” —Fresh Fiction on SCANDAL OF THE YEAR

“Olivia Drake will keep readers coming back for more.” —Publishers Weekly on NEVER TRUST A ROGUE

“Drake is a consummate storyteller who cleverly blends intrigue, suspense, and sensuality into a pulse-pounding mystery, à la Amanda Quick. Give yourself plenty of time to savor this fast-paced, nonstop delight of a book.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews (TOP PICK, 4 ½ stars) on NEVER TRUST A ROGUE

“This book has it all: a fabulous hero, a wonderful heroine, and sizzling passion. Read it and watch the sparks fly!” —Christina Dodd on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Guaranteed to seduce readers everywhere. This book is something truly special, an unforgettable story filled with passion, intrigue, and sweep-you-away romance.” —Susan Wiggs on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“This decadent Regency romance is carried along by a spunky heroine and sumptuous descriptions of upper-class life…there's enough glitz to keep readers coming back.” —Publishers Weekly on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Drake entices readers [and] twists the traditional with an unconventional heroine and a bad-boy hero that readers will adore.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Superb.” —Genre Go Round Reviews on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“I absolutely adored this story! Witty, hilarious…[like] reading a Julia Quinn novel. I'm definitely looking forward to the next book in this series!” —The Season Blog on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Thoroughly entertaining.” —Book Binge on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Olivia Drake's Seducing the Heiress will land on your keeper shelf. The author takes what could be a been-there, read-that story of a scheming scoundrel and a headstrong hoyden, and weaves a tale of wit, seduction, secrets, and sensuality that's as vibrant as it is refreshing.” —Michelle Buonfiglio's Romance: B(u)y the Book® on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

“Drake weaves a sensual tale, full of intrigue and true romance…guaranteed to seduce, and leave the reader breathless.” —South Bend Romance Novel Examiner on SEDUCING THE HEIRESS

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If the Slipper Fits

By Olivia Drake

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Copyright © 2012 Olivia Drake
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ISBN: 978-1-4668-1480-6



It all began with a letter.

While the rest of the teaching staff sat down to dinner, Annabelle Quinn hurried along the gloomy corridor at Mrs. Baxter's Academy for Young Ladies. The loud knocking echoed again through the entrance hall, and in her haste, Annabelle nearly tripped on one of the cracked tiles in the foyer. She steadied herself with a hand on the newel post before proceeding to the door.

It was highly unusual to receive a visitor in the evening. The pupils were already settled in their dormitory, and she and the other teachers would soon retire for the night. Few people ever came to this remote country school in the moors of Yorkshire, only the vicar and the occasional tinker or deliveryman.

The massive front door creaked as she opened it. Framed by the purple dusk, a stoop-shouldered stranger in the garb of a workman stood on the porch. "Ye took yer sweet time," he grumbled while shoving a letter at her. "I was paid to put this straight into yer hand."

Orphaned at birth, Annabelle had never received a letter. "My hand? But who —?"

The man ignored her questions. He clomped down the steps and climbed onto a sway-backed nag. With a flick of the reins, he went trotting off down the drive.

She turned over the sealed note with great interest. Her mind resurrected a buried dream from her childhood: a long- lost relative arriving to declare that Annabelle had been stolen at birth, and offering to whisk her away into the arms of a warm and loving family ...

The last light of dusk fell upon the front of the envelope. She blinked at the elegant spidery script. It was addressed to the headmistress.

Annabelle felt instantly foolish. Of course the letter wasn't meant for her. The man had been instructed to give the note to someone — anyone — at the school rather than drop it into the postbox by the door where it would not be noticed until the morrow.

In all her twenty-four years at the boarding school, first as a charity student and then as a teacher, Annabelle could not recall a single other instance in which Mrs. Baxter had received a letter by special delivery. If this message couldn't wait until the midday post, it must be extremely important.

The thought gave wings to her feet as she hurried back along the murky corridor to the dining chamber at the rear of the ancient converted manor house. There, she paused in the doorway.

Candles in pewter holders cast a meager illumination over the long table laid with crockery and tin flatware. The aroma of roast beef and potatoes drifted from the covered dishes on the sideboard. The dozen teachers sat listening while Mrs. Baxter read aloud in a gravelly monotone from her well-worn Bible.

Annabelle debated whether or not to interrupt. Did she dare to break the rule of silence during these nightly readings? But what if the letter conveyed urgent news? Wouldn't she then be scolded for not speaking up at once?

She cleared her throat. "I beg your pardon."

Mrs. Baxter stopped in mid-verse and scowled over a pair of rimless reading glasses. A skeletal woman with a bony bosom, she had gray hair scraped back into a bun and covered by a lace widow's cap. "Have you so little regard for the holy Scripture, Miss Quinn?"

"Forgive me," Annabelle murmured, deeming it wise to lower her chin in humility. "But you've received a letter by special messenger."

"No earthly correspondence could be more important than the heavenly Word." The headmistress clapped the Bible shut. "However, since you've been so bold as to interrupt, don't stand there like a dolt. Bring the letter to me at once."

A muffled giggle emanated from one of the teachers, followed by the murmur of whispered conversation. Annabelle knew without looking who they were, razor-tongued Mavis Yates and her dull-witted disciple, Prudence Easterbrook. They were two peas in a rotten pod.

The other women avoided Annabelle's gaze as she walked toward the head of the table. Almost too late, she spied Mr. Tibbles lying beneath the headmistress's chair. The orange tabby cat was Mrs. Baxter's pride and joy — and a bane to everyone else.

As Annabelle handed over the letter, Mr. Tibbles hissed a warning. His green eyes looked demonic in the candlelight and his long tail flicked back and forth on the carpet. Having been scratched in the past, Annabelle wisely backed away and slipped into the single empty chair at the long table.

Mrs. Baxter broke the seal and unfolded the paper. As she scanned the message, her pinched features took on an unusual animation. Twin spots of pink appeared in her waxen cheeks. "Why, this is extraordinary. Most extraordinary, indeed!"

"Is something wrong, ma'am?" asked Mavis in the toadying manner she always used with the headmistress. "I should be happy to lend assistance in any way you wish."

"As would I," Prudence chimed in. "Unless of course it is a private matter."

Removing the glasses from the bridge of her nose, Mrs. Baxter gave her favored two teachers a distracted smile. "How very kind, but your concern is misplaced. It seems I am to have the honor of a visitor from London on the morrow, a fine lady from the royal court. She will wish to meet the staff, so you must all wear your very best."

The news set the dining room aflutter. "The royal court?" chimed several teachers. "Who is she?" "Is she bringing her daughter to study here?"

"Her name is Lady Milford and she is seeking a governess for the young Duke of Kevern in Cornwall. She will be interviewing a select number of you for the post."

Annabelle sat riveted. Cornwall! It seemed as distant and exotic as China or India. For many years, she had yearned to see the sights beyond the insular world of the school. On the rare free day, she would hike the moors and imagine what lay beyond the barren, windswept hills. Hungering for knowledge, she'd read every geography book in the library. She'd pored over maps of England and foreign countries, places with fascinating names like Egypt and Constantinople and Shanghai. She had studied and dreamed and saved when the other teachers had spent their wages on new gowns and ribbons and other frivolities.

Now this was her chance to escape the tedium of teaching manners to giggly young girls concerned only with fashion and gossip. She would have to carefully consider what to say in the interview, how to present herself as the ideal tutor for a young aristocrat ...

As Mrs. Baxter glanced around the table, her gaze stopped on Annabelle. Those pale eyes took on a distinct chill. "Miss Quinn, you must instruct the maids to clean my parlor from top to bottom. And since you will not be participating tomorrow, you'll have ample time to assist the other teachers in any needlework they might require. Run along now, and close the door on your way out."

The joy drained from Annabelle. She was being banished. She would not be granted a coveted interview. The colossal injustice of it overruled all caution.

She stood up from the table, the chair legs scraping the wood floor. "Please, I should very much like the opportunity to meet Lady Milford."

"Do you dare to gainsay me?" Mrs. Baxter said in tight-lipped astonishment. "I have issued an order and you will obey it."

"But I'm as well prepared as anyone else here to be governess to a duke, perhaps more so. I've studied Latin and Greek, I'm adept at mathematics, well versed in science and literature —"

"Your qualifications are of no consequence. My lady visitor will wish to hire someone from a respectable family. She would never consent to employ a bastard who cannot even put a name to her own parents."

The scornful words echoed in the cavernous dining chamber. Mavis and Prudence had the audacity to smirk. The other teachers regarded Annabelle with pity or discomfiture. Although most of them were pleasant enough, they would not align themselves with her for fear of being ridiculed, too.

Her cheeks burned with humiliation. It took an effort to harness the impulse to lash out in anger. Protesting further would only invite the headmistress's wrath — typically in the form of docking Annabelle's already paltry wages. She couldn't afford to lose a single ha'penny of her nest egg.

She curtsied to Mrs. Baxter, then walked out of the dining room and shut the door. Annabelle paused there in the dim corridor with her head cocked, trying to discern meaning in the muffled drone of Mrs. Baxter's voice. What was the headmistress telling everyone? Was she giving them instructions on how to act and what to say? Was she announcing the order in which they were to meet Lady Milford?

Realizing her fists were clenched, Annabelle gulped several deep breaths. Wild emotions must not goad her into another impassioned outburst. Better to have a clear mind so that she might determine rationally how to proceed.

One thing was certain, she would not relinquish this golden opportunity. A chance like this might not come along again — ever. By hook or by crook, she must finagle her way into an interview.

* * *

Shortly after luncheon the following afternoon, the rattle of carriage wheels outside disrupted the discipline in Annabelle's classroom. One minute, the group of fifteen-year-olds paraded in a dignified circle, each girl balancing a book on her head to learn proper posture. The next minute, several students broke rank and rushed to the windows overlooking the front of the school.

"Why, will you look at that!" exclaimed Cora, a redhead with a dusting of freckles over her elfin face. "Have you ever seen such a splendid coach?"

Beside her, a plumpish brunette pressed her nose to the glass and peered downward at the drive. "Who could it be?" Dorothy asked. "Do you suppose it's a new girl? But why would anyone so rich be coming here — and after the term has already begun?"

Annabelle clapped her hands. "Ladies, it isn't polite to stare. Come back here at once."

"Oh, please, Miss Quinn, do spare us just a moment," Cora said, casting an imploring glance over her shoulder. "Don't you want to find out who's come to call?"

They could have had no inkling that Annabelle already knew, or that her insides were twisted into a knot. The visitor had to be Lady Milford.

For the umpteenth time, Annabelle fretted over how best to present her credentials to the lady. It was a quandary she'd pondered into the wee hours, sewing by the light of a single tallow candle, repairing rips in hems and attaching new lace to the gowns worn by the other teachers today. While she'd labored, she had considered and rejected numerous plans. The fly in the ointment, of course, was Mrs. Baxter. The headmistress would be keeping a sharp eye on the proceedings. But if all went well, there might just be a way —

The thump of falling books yanked Annabelle's attention back to the classroom. The rest of the pupils had seized upon her silence as an invitation. They made haste to crowd around Cora and Dorothy at the windows.

The buzz of their excitement infused Annabelle, too. As a former charity student, she knew the ennui of endless classes in deportment, art, music, and other skills necessary to become a lady. How could she scold the girls when she herself felt an irresistible curiosity?

Maintaining a semblance of dignity, she strolled to join them. For once her tall stature proved a boon. Peering over the heads of the students, she studied the vehicle that rolled up the graveled drive.

The girls were right to ooh and aah.

A team of four white horses drew the cream-colored coach with its fancy gold scrollwork decorating the door. Large gilded wheels glinted in the dappled sunlight. A coachman in leaf-green livery drove the equipage, while a pair of white-wigged footmen perched at the rear.

Annabelle forgot herself and stared openly. Never before had she seen a sight so magnificent. The girls here were mostly commoners, the daughters of local landowners, and they tended to arrive for the term in pony carts or sturdy carriages suitable to the country.

This coach, however, had sprung straight out of a fairy tale.

The fine vehicle drew to a halt in front of the portico. One of the footmen leaped down to lower the step and open the door. A moment later, a woman emerged from the vehicle. Petite and slim, she wore a waist-length black mantelet over a turquoise gown with a fashionably full skirt. A black-veiled bonnet embellished with peacock feathers hid her features from view.

All at once, she cast an upward glance. For one piercing moment, she seemed to stare through the dark tulle straight at Annabelle. Then the woman lowered her head and started up the steps to the porch.

The incident unnerved Annabelle. The skin prickled at the nape of her neck and she stood frozen, her gaze locked on the figure below. How ridiculous to think that keen look had been directed at her. More likely, Lady Milford had merely been inspecting the façade of the school.

Mrs. Baxter appeared on the porch. The headmistress sank a deep curtsy and exchanged a few words with her guest. Then the two women vanished into the ivy-covered stone building.

A collective sigh rippled from the girls. They turned away from the window to chatter among themselves.

"Do you suppose she might be Princess Victoria?" Dorothy asked in a reverent tone.

"At this backwater school?" Cora said with a toss of her reddish ringlets. "Hardly. Besides, Princess Victoria is only seventeen and I think this lady looks quite a bit older."

Annabelle said nothing, though she privately agreed. There was a mature dignity in the way Lady Milford had moved, a graceful self-assurance that made Annabelle feel gauche and countrified in her much-mended gown of drab gray worsted wool. How did she dare hope such a vision of elegance would hire her?

She shook off the question. Misgivings would win her nothing. Her credentials were all that mattered. That, and her determination to present herself as the best possible candidate for the post.

Dorothy clasped her pudgy hands beneath a dimpled chin. "Miss Quinn, you simply must find out her name. Please, we shall die of curiosity if you do not."

A clamor arose as the other girls chimed their agreement.

"All in due time," Annabelle said. "In the meanwhile, you must practice your posture so you'll know how to comport yourselves someday in the presence of such fine ladies."

Grumbling, the pupils resumed parading around the room while balancing a book on their heads. But an atmosphere of liveliness lingered, affecting everyone's concentration. More than once, a girl squealed as her tome thumped to the floor. The others giggled and whispered among themselves.

Annabelle was too distracted to scold them. The impatience to put her plan into motion gnawed at her composure. But it was too soon, she told herself. Better to wait a while and give Lady Milford an opportunity to chat with the headmistress and to enjoy refreshment from the tea tray.

Annabelle bade the class return to their desks where they took turns reading aloud from a book of manners. Scarcely listening, she eyed the wall clock as it ticked away the sluggish minutes. It seemed an eternity — although no more than three-quarters of an hour had passed — when finally the bell rang and the girls left in a chattering horde, some for drawing classes and pianoforte lessons, others to a choir rehearsal.

Annabelle followed them into the passageway. Her heart kicking up a few beats, she opened a door hidden in the dark paneling and started up the steep wooden staircase used by the servants. While Mrs. Baxter and Lady Milford were interviewing the other teachers, Annabelle had time to set her trap.

With any luck the plan would work. It had to work.

The tapping of her footsteps echoed in the narrow utilitarian shaft. The other teachers used the main staircase, but she often took this shortcut to avoid encountering the headmistress, who was wont to pile on extra tasks if she suspected Annabelle had a bit of free time.

Now, she reached the third-floor corridor. Here lay the dormitories for the pupils and bedchambers for the teachers. Annabelle hurried along the passageway, stopping only at a linen closet to fetch a pillowcase. Then she went straight to Mrs. Baxter's quarters.

The door was ajar as usual. The headmistress liked to allow Mr. Tibbles the freedom to come and go as he pleased. Jittery at the notion of being caught, Annabelle glanced up and down the passageway again, then slipped into the bedchamber.


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Meet the Author

OLIVIA DRAKE is a New York Times bestselling author who lives in Texas. Her novels have won critical acclaim and numerous industry awards, including the prestigious RITA.

Olivia Drake is the author of Seducing the Heiress, Never Trust a Rogue, and Scandal of the Year. She has been a member of Romance Writers of America since 1981, and her novels have won the Golden Heart Award, Best Historical Romantic Suspense and Best Regency Historical from Romantic Times, and the prestigious RITA award. She lives in Houston, Texas.

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If the Slipper Fits 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
Even if the slipper fits, will it make my dreams come true? Having known the life at the bottom of the social ladder Annabelle Quinn finds her escape and grabs it. Annabelle has lived shackled by her illegitimacy so having the opportunity to become the governess to a titled child is the road to freedom and all too soon the only lesson this child needs is the one Annabelle can provide, love. The problem however is his uncle Lord Simon Westbury who wants nothing to do with her or his nephew despite being his guardian. It was a devastating turn of events that led to the woman he loved marrying his brother and leaving him to care for their child. Annabelle wins over everyone and shines the sun on Simon’s ice-cold heart. There are nights of passion and stolen kisses between them but days where the distance is greater than being divided by a room. Fear of relationship failure keeps Simon illusive and distant to a woman with an open heart and a loving nature. Annabelle is more than capable of caring for everyone when given the opportunity and love just one man if he could trust her. There is evil lurking in the woods and someone’s life is in peril but as soon as one mystery is solved another presents itself. Too many clues leading in the wrong direction providing few answers to explain what is going on. When Olivia Drake writes everyone should be reading and experiencing the magic of wonderful historical romances.
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by: Allison Book provided by: book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book:  My favorite fairy tale of all time is Cinderella, so I was excited about reading If the Slipper Fits by Olivia Drake. Based loosely on the tale of the lonely Cinderella, we meet Annabelle Quinn on the day her life changes for the better. Abandoned as a child at a school for young women, she grew up and became a teacher, but longed for adventure and a family to call her own. Sent to the wilds of Cornwall to be governess to an orphaned eight year old duke, Annabelle embarks on a life of quite unlike her past at the school. Told from Annabelle’s and Lord Simon’s viewpoints, we see this unlikely couple as they meet and feel an instant attraction to each other. But Simon is bitter and completely shuns the young nephew in his charge except for a once-weekly recitation of what the young duke has learned in his studies. Annabelle quickly sees that not only does young Nicholas need love, but so does Simon. She must fight her growing attraction to him so she’s not sent away from her young charge. For all that Annabelle is raised by the teachers in the school, she has a wisdom and a love inside her that comes from somewhere deep inside her. She is headstrong and willing to speak her mind on the risk of losing her hard-won position in the household. I quite admired her doing verbal battle with Lord Simon in order to do what is right for Nicholas, and for the tragic Lord himself. The author did an excellent job in describing the wilds of Cornwall, and I found myself longing to stand beside Annabelle, watching the churning sea. The love scenes were sensual without being overtly steamy. This is not just a romance, but a mystery as well. Ancient treasure, attempted murder, and kidnapping all come into play in this story. I must admit I had the enemy figured out, but then a devious twist was thrown into the mix. By the time the book ended, I was shocked and very pleasantly surprised. But I won’t tell you what happens, you’ll just have to read and enjoy it for yourself. This is a must-read for lovers of fairy tales and Historical Romance. I look forward to the next in the series, to see who the lucky young lady will be to wear the lovely ruby-red slippers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Boring!!! It had potential, starts well but nothing changes even after the main character met. It was too slow and predictable. They stayed together just once and the scene was not well describe. I would not want to read another book from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Perhaps a bit corny but very enjoyable. Watching the clissed hearted open up and a young sad boy bloom and a young woman fall in lofe was delightful.
Sissymae1 More than 1 year ago
'If the Slipper Fits' by Olivia Drake is the first book in the "Cinderella Sisterhood' Series. This is the story of Annabelle Quinn and Lord Simon Westbury. Annabelle was left a the doorstep of a Girls academy School when she was a baby. There she stayed and help out and also became a teacher. Annabelle was treat somewhat as a servant to the upper class teachers. But Annabelle moved on to become a Duke's governess and that is where she met Lord Simon. Lord Simon is the guarding of the Duke and his uncle. We find that all is not well at the house. Simon is cutting himself off from the little Duke and that Annabelle is really needed to bring feeling back into the house. This was an emotional book that made you very sad to very happy... I love books that you can really get into and this was one of them! Please follow more reviews at the below sites: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/1... http://sissymaereads.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sally.mae.39... http://booklikes.com/ https://romancebookreviewforyou.wordp... https://www.facebook.com/groups/17091... https://twitter.com/soapsrus68 https://www.pinterest.com/u2soapsrus/
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For me...3 stars means average. I thought the end was a little corny but overall it was an enjoyable book.
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This was a great book. I loved how the romance built. And the twist at the end had me shocked.
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What a truly interesting romance! Has it all! A must buy!
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